I'm amazed now thinking I've been back from Florida three weeks. Amazed at both how long and how short it seems, which usually means some life's been lived, which couldn't be truer for me these last weeks. Someday I'll write about our trials down in Florida with adoption and bureaucrats. I'll write when I've had more reflection and walkaway time. It's an amazing story. I'll also write about little Isabel and I finally driving into Bethlehem during Moravian Vespers, which my wife conducts, and Isabel spending her first hour in town listening to Paula's choir and watching handmade Christmas candles...

Since my last post, I've opened my editor many times, wanting to write, but words just wouldn't arrive, though not for lack of subject matter. When life gets too real to merely chat about, I find it harder and harder to write. In September, on the Autumnal Equinox, Paula and I got a call about a woman from Florida who was pregnant. Two weeks later, we learned she'd picked us to raise her baby. We also learned of another woman who'd picked us, who was pregnant with twin girls. Our counselor gave us a rare and flabbergasting choice: twins or...